>>18432607http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiVEiw6AkfoSerena's voice pierces through the dark, "Calem? Are you there? Where are you? I can't see a thing, can you?"
"Nope! Dark as all hell! Where's Alice?"
"'M right here...you're stepping on my foot."
"O-Oh, sorry."
You have literally no idea why you even bother to continue to pledge trust for that shady pair of keys. All he seems to want to do is snicker at you for being a dumbfuck who consistently falls for the dumbest and oldest of tricks.
There's no way to stop his shit,
(unless he can be caught...) and that fact alone is going to really bite you in the ass, assuming he's the golden goose alerting everyone in the factory that neo-intruders are intruding on the intruder's intrusion!
"Miggh, Mightyena!"
"Doooom, doom, Houndoom!"
As previously mentioned, it's too dark to make out a thing, but the break room is relatively small, these attack doges don't have that much room to play dodge all day.
So that means they'll most likely want to go for the play rough approach.
>'Wait a minute! The metal thingy making that clang...is that how they got them in? Is Team Flare aware of this factory's secret entrances and exits...We could probably use that to our advantage!'"Fine, if you guys want to play rough, I'll play ball!"
Dark-types conveniently have the eponymous ability to see things in pitch black. Thanks to the powers of localization, their evil tends to resonate with this ability quite well. It's like a constant night vision, just natural and one-hundred times edgier.
Then, the savage Houndoom strikes.
